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It originally had been a day just like any other; predictable, boring, and long. Yet such was the life of existence. A day in day out conundrum of normal repetition with no one the wiser to what lie beyond cage like walls. Unless of course they were me. Just one of those lucky (or maybe unlucky) few, who become part of that small percentile who were special enough to see through the cracks of the known universe and peer into its eternity, even for just the briefest of moments, then normal began to stand for something much different. Idea's that normally should be truly insane become normal and what should be normal, becomes just simply absurd. Like for example walking your dog becomes a repetitive insane task that just seems dull and strange, compared to possibly taking the DeLorean around the block or two in time and space, which mind you would be quite enthralling in comparison.

What does all this nonsense mean? Very little if you don't care what I have to say, but for those who do, it can mean all the universe. It means one might believe, you believe. Believe in what you might ask? The Doctor of course. Yes, yes I can hear it now, "You mean Doctor Who? Doctor Who's not real, it's a TV show, your nuts!" First off, yes he is real and yes it's a show both are true, second off, it's just The Doctor not Doctor Who. People get that confused when watching the enamoring show. Who is the question always asked when encountered with the strange mysterious man known as the Doctor.

Let me explain better, this not about the dramatically arousing show, this is about The Doctor. I mean come on people! Is it really so hard to believe! That the Doctor could be out there, right now, on some adventure! Isn't it even the slightest bit possible that what we read, what we write, could be somewhere else real as flesh and blood as you the reader, yes you, and I the writer sitting here having wrote this damn thing. Well…in any case, try and keep up and wrap your brain around this because it's not going to get any less strange. But…..you know….if you clearly don't want to believe me, go ahead, stop perusing or doing whatever means it is your reading this, call me nonsense, but note this… once you leave you might never find out just how…I met the Doctor… or what happened next after that. Come onnnn… you can't tell me your Whovian mind isn't reeling! That it doesn't want to know…..you know you want to look, you desire to keep reading. Because you know if you don't you'd never forgive yourself as a fan. Ah, see now I got you, I see that awkward smile starting to play across your face. So how about it? Want to go on an adventure with me? Explore what I know?

Let's begin then. My story starts just before I met that amazing man and his blue gem of a box.…

Light streamed through a cream drape shaded window as sounds of early morning life buzzed outside. It beckoned for me patiently as I slept in the hollow shape of the windows' shadows waiting for me to awake from slumber. Suddenly a beeping sound came from an oak table next to me. I reached my fair hand out blindly, attempting to silence the annoying sound. Alas, I smacked the rectangular object to the floor with a clatter, its screen going dark as it landed. Sadly it still wailed like a banshee none the less from its new resting spot. A groan later I raised my brown haired head out from under its cloth hiding place it had been before. Messed and tangled, the hair revealed my youthful feminine face distraught in attempt to shut the obnoxious noise up. Finally though, I was able to reach down with some matter of struggle, grab the phone that had fallen, and activated the screen long enough to press the end alarm button before letting the screen go dark again and dropping it firmly in annoyance back on the bed. A part of me just wanted to flop back over and go back to sleep, but unfortunately I know I had to get up.

Running a hand through my hair while exhaling, I got up and went over to the mirror in my room to survey the damage that last night's sleep had done to me. When my reflection was revealed, I gave a strange poop face at it. I didn't like how it looked at the moment, not one bit, but what could I really do other than get ready the best I could. I was still half dead to the world though. Giving up, I left my dreadful image only to find it again in the bathroom where I began to get ready for the morning.

Getting ready was like breathing, at least for me, and as I did each step it was just another moment of time that vanished without a single thought put into it. I probably could have put more effort into my appearance, but why bother right…right. So instead I just took a shower quickly, brushed my teeth and hair, finished up, got dressed, collected my things, and went out the door to face another day of living hell. I didn't even get the curtesy of a meal before I left, there just had been no time and nothing easy to just grab and go. I still had to go grocery shopping over the weekend. In any case, what was living in a city for if one couldn't just stop along the way to get a quick pre made meal if one wasn't going to use the opportunity? To be honest, it's typically it's what I did.

I'd go to the local café, grab a hot bagel and some coffee and then would whisk myself off to my next task. Today was no different, and as far as I was concerned that was okay. I had to have my coffee though, there was no way around it. It was either coffee, or having me tired and maybe a cranky monster person before lunch.

My walk was purposeful as I strolled down the street like a boss on a mission. Blue jeans, deep purple long sleeve shirt, and of course mini backpack slung over one shoulder with purpose (because duel strapped bags that small never really should be called a purse, nerd I know); I made my way to the café. The sun was out with very few clouds in the deep blue sky, yet it was not so hot out to warrant a tank top. The moment I reached the shop I took a moment to look at the door before stepping in through its glass frame. The moment I was inside, the scent of coffee just made my body relax. This was my favorite place to go, well at least one of my favorites anyway. As I got into the bustling morning line, I found myself inevitably sandwiched between two people.

No big deal, it was the inner city after all, but something at the back of my mind itched like a scratched that just decided to suddenly make itself known, but it had nothing to do with the two people I was sandwiched between actually. It was something else, something far off, like something I forgot. Maybe it was that I possibly forgot to lock the door before I left. Or forgot some item on hand…no I had my phone, keys, laptop, etc. So that couldn't have been it. Maybe I was supposed to call someone? No, that didn't sound right either. Unfortunately I had to let the thought go because it was interrupted by someone asking for my order.

I shook my head a replied, "I'd like a Grande iced white mocha with raspberry, extra whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, and sprinkles please. Oh and can I get a cinnamon bagel with cream cheese. Thanks."

The man behind the counter took my order and handed me a receipt after I paid for the drink and food. Out of habit my eyes drifted about the room as I walked over to wait for my order at the tall kiosk. That itch was still there. It even made my body so anxious I couldn't stand in one place still for very long. Crossing my arms to try and feel a sense of security, I bit at my lower lip as I looked around once again. There was nothing unusual about the coffee shop, yet I somehow felt uneasy. It even felt like forever before I was able to get my drink and bagel. Fifteen minutes can seem like forever in a moment like mine.

Finally my coffee and food came and I was able to grab it, then I went to walk out the door. As I passed to the door, I felt like hair on the back of my neck prickled just a bit as if I were being watched, but I waved it off as I pushed the café shops door open. Walking out onto the street, I shook my head for being so foolish about the feelings I had and took a long sip of my coffee as I began to stride down the sidewalk. It was now off to the dull part of my day, which with a cup of coffee and bagel in hand was decently tolerable until the coffee was gone of course. A nine to five sort of job was not a bad thing, it put money in my pocket, and food on the table, but it never really gave me that wow factor.

Seeing as I was young, I was an employee at the bottom of the financial food chain. My status wasn't my life career though, it was just to keep me from being that one step away from homeless. However, with the boss we had, there was something enough to make one wonder if being homeless was better than dealing with the jerk's antics day in and day out. Alas a girl in a cubical couldn't raise her voice loud enough to say no to someone at the top, at least not alone anyway.

Cazrin Co. Tower was a multi cooperation that deluged it wealth into many pots. I myself, mostly worked the customer service department. A meager job, but one that needed to be done. I'd like to think I'm a decent socializer, at least on the phone anyway. I could answer calls like nobody's business, only because I didn't have to see the persons face, but stick me in front of a crowd of individuals in a public space, well that's a whole different story. In public I'd consider myself more of a recluse, but I tried though even if it meant face planting once in a while.

As I reached the building I gave some familiar faces an audible hello before I walked into through the turning glass carousel doors that led into the main lobby. Any feeling of edgy was completely gone by this point thanks to the partial drank coffee in hand. The routine felt normalized again. With the sounds of the information desk phones ringing and people talking to each other, either face to face or on their private cells, I walked by them undisturbed to a sectioned off suite where plenty of cubicles resided, each perfectly set within a perfect little row that if looked at from the right view would make one think possibly of a squared up beehive, because quite honestly that was what it was.

Putting my coffee down out of habit, I began my day like usual. I started up my computer and was just about to get some other things situated on my desk when a voice from behind made me actually jump a bit. Cursing under my breath I turned to see one of my coworkers standing at the edge of the cubicle. He had been asking me something, and because I was totally focused on just getting ready for the day, I hadn't exactly heard what he had said.

"Hmm?" I asked, sadly in a dumbly unknowing fashion as I pushed some hair out of my face.

"I was just asking if you were going to be going to the party this weekend James was planning on hosting." he seemed to muse again, a sort of smile played on his fair face as he stared at me. I didn't quite know what to say, and was left floored at the thought. No one usually bothered to ask, so had it been some trick question? Or maybe a joke?

"Umm, I'm not sure. I uh, originally hadn't had plans to. Then again I didn't know about it until now so, uh yeah. Not sure." I babbled off. Why, why did I do that! Sure he was cute…for a blonde, but still, recluse. Social plus public equal's disaster still. That hadn't changed from the few minutes previous that I was outside the suite.

"Awe that's too bad. You really should come. Everyone's going to have a blast. I mean just because the host didn't invite, doesn't mean someone else can't bring a plus one." He said as the words felt like they came out as implying something towards asking me out possibly on a date.

It wasn't like I didn't know this man, he was a coworker named Aaron. He was an alright guy, probably the only one who seemed to care to bother me at different points of the day. The only one to ask me how things were going or even what I was up to. I just somehow though was always left unsure as how to deal with it. Probably because of my public self-social issues. So how was I supposed to answer? It was not like I had ever been on a date before, not even in high school. I didn't have the family there either to help me deal with such interactions. I raced in my mind to think of an answer.

"I'll…think about it." I threw out. Think about it! What was wrong with me! This man was literally gilding his heart out for me on a gold platter and I was going to "think about it"! Well what was said and done, was said and done I couldn't go back on it could I?

"Okay." was all I got in response, a sort of saddened tone drifting off it as I heard it beat against my ears like someone just smacking me upside the head. Or at least it's what I was imagining what was going on. I couldn't always tell the difference. "Just…let me know. You know where my cubicle is if you change your mind."

Oh come on! This was ridiculous! I had to change my mind. Alas though the words never slipped off my lips like I wanted them too. Instead I gave in response with a small smile, "I will, I promise."

I watched as he was deflated as walked away back to his cubicle a few rows down from mine. Like the idiot I felt, I sat with a plop down into my chair and sighed heavily. For a moment I just sat their staring that the grey cream fabric covered wood walls that lined my little rat box. I wanted to bang my head against something right then and there, but instead I let it fall drooped backwards into the back of my chair with frustration. I silently begged the universe why me before I gave out a small audible groan of frustration at the air, letting my chair spin in a circle before it spied my cubic neighbor next door to me standing there looking at me with a undeterminable face.

"What?!" I asked exasperatedly to her.

"You so totally should have said yes." she stated as if she seemed to mock my own mind. I rolled my eyes at her dejectedly.

"Shut up Sansa."

"What! You should have! Just saying!" she stated in an almost trying to nudge me to get out of my seat and go do it then and there. Maybe I would have, but instead my legs just didn't want to do the hard lifting part.

"Later." I stated and put my headset on so I could get started for work. Last thing I needed was one of the heads of the floor getting snoopy and reporting me. I liked Sansa, probably the only girl in the whole suite that I probably got along with best. She was the only one who ever seemed to come over after all for any reason to my house. She was the one who pushed me to try to be more extroverted and less to myself. To be honest I was grateful. Now whether I'd do exactly what I said or not was a completely different situation. Only time and my mind deciding would tell. I had the day after all to decide.

Later that day I found myself taking a break for lunch in the staff room. It was probably the only time I really spent socially with a room full of people on a work basis. Usually though I sat alone, deemed sort of the "odd ball" of the workplace. Not that, that was a bad thing, it just happened. Again I found myself confronted by Aaron, who when he saw me seemed still just as dejected as he had been when he had left my cubical. My eyes closed a bit while I looked at my sad excuse for a lunch as I tried to reconcile with whether to change my mind about going to a party with him. Damn Sansa and her enabling. I gave a sigh as I looked over at him again.

"Hey Aaron?" I began. Oh gods he looked back at me, I thought to myself frantically. "Um, about earlier…."

His eyes perked up a bit with a sort of glow. Why, oh why did he have to do that? It wasn't going to make it any easier. Sadly I opened my mouth, now I was going to have to actually say something.

"Yes." I stated flatly and then gave a faint smile.

"Really?" he asked hopeful. "Yes about the party?"

"Really." I stated back and took a sip from the cup I had near me of warm tea I had got from the pot on the counter. I swear the moment I looked over the rim of the cup I could see the smile creeping across his face Well that did it, I was going off to some party I didn't even think I was going to enjoy at all because I really didn't know anyone. Yes it was going with a genuine cute guy, but I was certain by the time I got there I'd be ditched. Self-conscious perceptions I suppose, but hey who could blame me.

I could also tell Sansa was pleased with herself as she passed by me to get something from the counter. All I could do was glance her a "shut up" face before going back to my drink. My semi happy moment, however, had been quickly interrupted by another one of the co-workers for one of the other cubical areas came in looking quite jittery. My gaze, along with many of the others, followed the dude as he rushed his way to the coffee pot and pour himself a huge cup, downed it, and then grabbed another and downed that one.

"Dude what's the big deal?" Aaron commented to the man who had come in quite disheveled. I could tell his gaze was piercing and possibly even borderline cranky as he stared over at Aaron.

"No time….haven't slept….really busy….sorry." he downed a third cup before he just took the whole thing and downed the whole hot pot, which was weird. "Must get back to my station. No time to talk."

"Okay…." Aaron stated looking a bit weirded out about the coffee. "The least you could have done was leave the rest of us coffee ya know."

The man didn't answer as he went rushing back out of the staff room. I raised a brow as Aaron and Sansa both gave me a "what was that all about" stare. I didn't even know, I couldn't give them an answer, but as much as it weirded me out to no end, it intrigued me. Why did the guy tweak out like that? I shook my head in indication I had no idea what was going on.

"That was…" Sansa began.

"Strange." Aaron finished. "I know."

"No kidding." I finished as Sansa and Aaron both finally sat down to eat themselves. At the back of my mind I stored the thought of investigating further the situation. Other people who had seen it, had shrugged it off as if it was just some ordinary meltdown someone might have been having, but to me something didn't quite add up. Especially since the coffee stand for the pot was still on, which meant that coffee was scalding hot. My lips thinned into a thoughtful press.

Of course all I could do was go back to work afterwards, but at one point while I was out printing something off, I found myself catching the same strange employee going somewhere that they normally didn't go. Brows furrowed a bit, I went to investigate. Leaving the printing I was planning to get done not done. So a part of me was concerned about the man who seemed to be going a bit nutty. I followed him out as far as the information desk. I asked the receptionist if she knew who the man was, seeing as it wasn't like I had to know every single person in the Tower. She told me that his name was Jaiden Carlyle. Never met him, but at least I could address him better now.

Unfortunately he already had caught an elevator. I watched as it headed up the floors only to stop on what would be considered the thirteenth floor. Not quite the full executive floor which was quite a few more floors up, so what was he doing on that floor? Normally thirteen for any building was considered a cursed floor. So often it was used for other purposes than what it normally could be, it certainly wasn't offices. A part of me yearned to go up there and find out exactly what it was the man was doing. So I did, I took the elevator. After stepping inside I bit my lower lip lightly out of nervousness. I had no idea what I was going to find. For all I knew I could find a man using a spare room to tweak out on drugs or something, or some other illegal action going on. Or worse, him going and meeting some girl to …well I just didn't want to know.

My heart raced faster and faster as I reach each floor. It made my stomach drop down like a lead weight. My mind running through all the scenarios I almost forgot that the door would open on the same floor he had gotten off on. It made me jump nearly out of my skin when the little chime went ding. Turning, I looked down the hall that laid before me. It was quiet, and it even looked a bit darker than it probably was, my mind playing more of a trick on me than it actually should have. Softly I took a brave step out of the elevator before the doors decided to close again.

Now I was truly alone on a floor I knew nothing about. There was no one around what so ever, not even a peep of a person's voice could be heard. Where was he? I stared at the doors that lined the hall itself, illuminated by the recessed lights above me. Gulping a bit nervously, I walked forward more, staring at each door as I passed it. Listening for any sign of a human being inside. Maybe I should have brought Sansa or Aaron. Nah, they wouldn't have come. Well maybe Sansa, but she was busy. Oh what did I get myself into? Still nothing though even as I fought mentally with myself. I reached practically the end of the hall before I thought I saw something, maybe even heard something. A light was visible under a wide tan door at the end of the hall. As I approached I began to hold my breath as I listened at the doors face. For the most part all I could hear was the beating of my own heart, then it happened I heard a faint sound from the other side I thought, that's when I carefully turned the handle and swung the door open quickly.

What I saw inside …

Was nothing? Wait what? How could that be? Had I made a mistake? I couldn't have, no. Yet there it was facing me like a piano being dropped. So what was the hitch? Had I misjudged the room? Was he possibly in another? There wasn't anything even in there except a conference table and chairs. The room was even dark. The sheer fact of that made me shiver. For a moment I took a step in and looked around, a stray eye keeping the door in view just in case. My arms had suddenly started hugging myself in a crossed fashion of protection. The hair on the back of my neck pricked a bit and my shoulders tensed. Something felt….off…about the room, but I couldn't quite make out what. A part of me didn't want to find out. Yet another part of me did. What was wrong with me?! This was crazy. All day things had been weird from the very get go.

At the very least it frustrated me. Well since I found nothing in a dark room with no leads, I slumped with a huff and turned to go back out the door and closed it behind me. That was anticlimactic. I leaned against the door with deflation. A part of me was hoping I'd find out what was going on, but alas no luck. Maybe next time, yeah, next time. Pressing my lips together I pushed off the door eventually and walked back down the hall to the elevator, my gaze only drifting back once to the door before I finished walking with more confidence to the elevator doors.

Once I was back in the elevator I closed my eyes in defeated thought. It was going to seem pretty silly that I was away from my station for so long. I was going to have to give some excuse. The bathroom, that's it the bathroom. Hopefully it would be believed. In any case the moment I got out of the elevator I marched my little behind back to the cubical that was mine, but not before I remembered to get the paper I had gone to print off. In the end, I eventually chalked it up to just being a very peculiar day. One that I probably should have stayed home for, but didn't. Maybe that was the whole point, maybe I wasn't supposed to. How was I supposed to know my curiosity would get the better of me.